8. Adrian
Adrian
I'm in Hell.
The last few days have been nonstop and simultaneously torturous.
Heat Leave is expected for packs; it's normal.
But, seeing as I'm not participating in Opaline's first Heat, I've been the sole point of contact for the resort and any issues that would typically be divided or addressed by the four of us.
On top of working nonstop, rushing back and forth between the resort grounds and the house, I'm trying to tend to and care for four people without entirely neglecting myself in the process.
And on top of that? My dick has been as hard as stone for days.
It's just after ten o'clock at night and I'm positive time has ceased to exist for my pack mates. Day and night surely have no meaning. Not based purely on the sounds coming from the nest at all hours that haunt me, keeping me in a perpetual state of arousal.
The hanging lights over the kitchen island shine onto the reflective countertop where I stand.
The blend of smells permeates the air, helping to cover the pheromones stuck into all the fabrics contained in our house at this point as I pull out the various containers of take-out I picked up for dinner.
Half of everything I've tried feeding them has gone to waste.
I finally figured out the foods that seem to go over better than others.
Opal has no interest in digesting anything that isn't the product of a hard cock, and the others are either in an unending cycle of knotting and sleeping, or devouring whatever chilled food I've left outside the door that can be consumed quickly.
The door to her nest opens and closes faintly, enough to garner my attention, waiting for someone to pop around the corner. Stumbling footsteps echo just before Everette's beautiful face lights up from the kitchen's glow.
"Oh. Hey…" he says softly, voice rough from assumed overuse.
My hands slow, containers dropped without conscious thought.
A matter of steps is all it takes before the combination of their signature scents overwhelms me, like I'm slamming into a brick wall, seizing my muscles.
My fists ball up as my alpha surges to the surface and a guttural growl pours out of my chest.
His feet stop, pausing where he stands, brows raised.
Any control I have snaps and I'm moving to grab him before I truly realize what I've done.
Messy brown curls get tangled in my fingers.
I can feel the hold I have on my alpha that's keeping me tethered to reality is slipping rapidly.
My hindbrain pushes my nose to his throat, a groan falling free as my eyes flutter closed.
Fuck me. Opaline's scent mixes perfectly with Ever's creamy vanilla and almond signature.
The two people I dream about, can't stop obsessing over, have been intimate, the evidence I don't need pouring off his skin in waves.
My lips fall softly to his neck, tongue stroking and teasing…
tasting the object of my desires. Ever's breathing changes, muscles tensing.
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog that's taken me and check in with him.
Face inches from mine, his pupils are blown, mouth open and panting, waiting for my next move.
Leaning in for an experimental kiss, I press my lips to his abused, reddened ones.
Almost hesitantly, his hands reach for me, running up my chest, his body loosening and relaxing in my hold.
So perfect. Always perfect. The number of times I've wanted to vocalize those words, to tease and push for more, is countless.
But right now? Their combined scents and the unmistakable smell of lust are pulling at my rope of control like it's merely sand.
Breathing in deep, I run my nose along his throat, desperate for more. More of him. More of her.
The groan that comes out of me is nothing short of animalistic even to my own ears.
My hands tighten their grip, one on his waist, holding him where I want him.
To my surprise, he leans in and presses our hips together, his hard cock touching my own.
The slight touch is nearly enough to send me over the edge, a growl escaping me from the sensation.
I've been hard for three fucking days. No matter the number of times I've used my own hand, the desperation that lives under my skin never really goes away.
My eyes widen a fraction. A small part of my brain is aware enough in the moment to be shocked at the move, at him so blatantly grinding himself into me.
Our affections have always stopped at our lips and warm, soothing touches in bed.
But the greater part of me is too mindless to truly care or think outside of how good it feels having him this close.
At once, I release his curls, our hands moving urgently to grasp and touch each other, lips meeting in a brutal kiss.
We each kiss like we're fighting for dominance, claiming each other's mouths.
The sudden image of him on his knees, my cock fucking his throat, overtakes me.
Our bare feet ungracefully trip over each other as I walk him backward, groaning and growling, until he hits the countertop, our bodies pressed as firmly as they can be against one another.
Unmatched need and the pulsing heat in my cock urges me to keep going. Images of him spread out for my taking only make the building fog worse, reality starting to slip.
Our breathing and sounds of longing fill the space of the kitchen as we explore each other frantically, hips grinding against each other.
The touch makes me borderline-feral and I try my hardest to keep myself in check as I race towards ecstasy.
Because the things I suddenly want to do would be crossing a line we've never even come close to.
Pulling back, breathing heavily, I tug on his hair, watching his face as my fingers grip his hips hard enough to bruise, movements mimicking the way I'm fucking him in my mind.
"Have you been neglected while we've been taking care of our omeg—" sudden steps sound towards the bottom of the stairs, cutting him off. The single smack of a bare foot against wood flooring has our hips stilling, each of us separating and moving away a fair distance, breathing heavily.
From around the corner, Calder comes to a halt, looking between the two of us. "Did I? I mean, did I interrupt something… I can—"
"No," Ever says, doing little to hide what I selfishly hope is disappointment.
A grunt is all I manage, thumb swiping across my lower lip. I don't bother trying to hide the tented fabric between my thighs. I'm aware enough that the fog of lust and need is clouding my judgment, but the ability to care is as far off as the moon in this moment, halfway to a rut. Let Calder see.
"Right. Well, I just came to check on the food. Did you get stuff for smoothies for her?"
"Yeah, I'll make it real fast." I force a breath, trying to ground myself and come back into the room fully.
"Rest is on the counter for you guys. You really need to try to get her to eat solid foods.
" The complete lack of response and utter silence now behind my back tells me both are rolling their eyes or even gritting their teeth.
Of course they're trying to feed her. It's in our very nature as alphas to want to provide and care for our omega.
"Sorry…" I mumble. "Just anxious since I can't be in the nest with you guys. "
"You could come into the nest, Adrian." Calder's voice is almost weary himself, though. He wants to mean it.
"No," I say. "No, if I step a single foot into the nest I won't be able to leash my primal, and I can't do something I'll regret.
" No matter how obsessively I wish I could take away her pain from the Heat and make her feel good.
How I wish we could be as connected as we could possibly get, physically.
No matter how desperately I'm dreaming of my hands tracing Ever's soft skin…
seeing the two of them together. Shaking my head, I simply reach into the fridge and pull out protein and fruit for her smoothie.
Silence takes over the room, only being cut through with the loud-ass blender.
Fuck. Me.
I can do another day or so of this. I absolutely can. Heats are typically around three days. Even if it does take another day, I can do this.
The fact that after her Heat ends, I can finally court my omega is the light I hold onto.